Why does it hurt so much—
this life?
Designed for glory,
but ignoring the instructions
of the Engineer,
we feasted on forbidden fruit.
…
Built for one thing,
used for another—
no wonder we are broken.
.
Broken
Why does it hurt so much—
this life?
Designed for glory,
but ignoring the instructions
of the Engineer,
we feasted on forbidden fruit.
…
Built for one thing,
used for another—
no wonder we are broken.
.
Gratefully His 
I like this. I can almost feel the raw, stubbed-toeness of it, if that makes any sense.
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It does. And thanks. I wasn’t really sure if it worked, but I went ahead and posted because—did you know it’s National poetry writing month? Anyway, glad to know it works.
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